The next morning, LA City was drastically different from the sunny day before. Instead, today from early morning, LA City was shrouded under a vast swath of ink-like dark clouds, making the otherwise modernized Lin'an faintly reveal a hint of a sinister demeanor.
At this moment, thunder roared from within the clouds, like a thousand drums beating, deafening, making one feel a sliver of fury just by listening.
At this moment, Lu Yu drove directly to Marcus's shooting range. This time, unlike the usual congregation of luxury cars in the parking lot, there was only a Mercedes parked, with no other luxury cars in sight, appearing exceptionally Leng Qing!
After seeing this Mercedes, Lu Yu sneered, parked his car, and slowly walked into the shooting range.
Inside the shooting range, there were no customers, not even the usual service staff and bodyguards were anywhere to be seen. The surrounding was extremely silent, faintly exuding a sliver of murderous aura!
